We Can Be Immortals

Artorias offered his condolences and the woman gave a very slight nod. How did one truly approach the conversation of a lost loved one? Bellamy knew he meant well, and when he motioned for them to cross the border into the Hallows, Bellamy would take steps alongside Haydee, feeling her body tremble. The encouraging smile her daughter gives brings the woman closer to Hay as a whine passes her lips. Hurt. She is flooded with hurt from losing her mate, for needing help, knowing she will be away from Ethne and the children who need her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She wants help, she knows she needs it, and yet… Bellamy does not want to take it at the same time. She is torn, fighting with herself. Her poor little one… She swallowed hard and allowed her gaze to flick to Artorias. A promise of help, his word that they would do all they could. She prayed it would be enough, that she might be able to come back from this. And yet… there was that flicker within that didn’t want to at the same time. A darkness within her heart that begged for the woman to give up.

“Thank you…” Her gaze falls to the earth, her body guided by her daughter’s smaller form. Hearing her daughter speak again, to ask for help for the others who are hurting, causes Bellamy’s heart to clutch painfully in her chest as a loud whine leaves her. “I’m sorry…” There is a part of her that feels selfish. Why was her need greater than that of her loved ones? Of the pack? More tears formed and chased after the others. Guilt. Shame. Frustration. Grief. All of those emotions rolled within her like the bubbling waves of the sea and, without the aid of the Hallows, Bellamy would drown.

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